The other day I was eavesdropping on a twitter conversation between toonlet and captaincursor where they referred to tortillas and molds and I read fast and thought they were talking about tortilla molds (AKA tortilla presses or tortilleros) or maybe molds that grow on tortillas (which can come in brilliant pinks and greens if you leave the tortilla in a dark damp place long enough.) Such is the power of suggestion!

Sure enough, when I took out my tortilla press, something totally surreal happened! I tried to immortalize it with a toon of my own, but I knew all you shrewd skeptics would only believe photographic evidence. Thanks to the magic of digital photography, we were able to document the apparition! Do not read any more unless you have excellent bladder control!

This cartoon comes from Natural News and if you go there there are tons more where this one came from. It is used with permission under the professional courtesy guidelines posted on the site. Read the author’s original commentary.

This is sort of how I think when I walk down the aisles of a typical supermarket. These perceptions are reinforced by seeing so many grotesquely and obviously unhealthy people walking around with misery and suffering apparent (the movie “I am Legend” comes to mind.) I think it is so commonplace that we are immune to it. So many, many health and emotional problems could be attenuated if people just ate a little healthier. I’m not saying everybody has to go out instantly and become an all natural forager, and I confess to eating cheesecake once in a while. But honestly when I see those sad and unhealthy creatures loading up on diet pepsi sometimes I just want to shove a cucumber in their gob.

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